Go Friends Of Jesus And Proclaim


Go, friends of Jesus, and proclaim
The kind Redeemer you have found;
And speak his ever precious name,
To all the wond’ring nations round.

Go, tell the unletter’d, wretched slave,
Who groans beneath a tyrant’s rod,
You bring a pardon bought with blood,
The blood of an incarnate God.

Go, tell the panting, sable chief
On Ethiopia’s scorching sand,
You come with a refreshing stream,
To cheer and bless his thirsty land.

Go, tell the distant isles afar,
Of Otaheite and Pelew,
That in the covenant of grace,
Their unknown names are written too.

Go tell, on India’s golden shores,
Of a rich treasure, more refin’d;
And tell them, tho’ they’ll scarce believe,
You come, the friend of human kind.

Say, the religion you profess
Is all benevolence and love;
And by its own divine effects,
Its heavenly origin will prove.